The Pale Verdict
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old city into slick mirrors reflecting the jagged teeth of the gothic spires above, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that Elias Thorne, the city’s most celebrated and weary inquisitor of the arcane, prepared to walk away from the only thing he had ever truly known, the Great...
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